Post by PANTHRO on May 17, 2013 17:19:57 GMT -6
Prologue: Sick n' Tired.
Each and every time I have something good happen to me; When I have that small gleam of HOPE...I got guys like Jamie Essex and Harakiri taking that away from me. I knew, inside of my head, that it would happen. I thought I could regulate that B.S. because I had done it before with Kanna and Gouken. But when Jamie thought it was a good idea to pull me out of that ring and let Harakiri get a hollow eliminate, I showed him two could play the same game. So Harakiri ended up gettin' his masked ass eliminated along with me and I put the boots to his ass after! Want to know somethin'?! The Big L is getting sick and tired of this. He's getting sick and tired of having to put up with LEGION with there little cult followers and with the overall takeover of these lunatics RUINING my time here.
I got guys gunning for me, so you know what...?! BRING IT. The Big L never shied away from a fight, never has he backed down since he came to Ex-PRO!! So when you think you've beaten me down, when you think I'm out and YOU'VE got the advantage. I come back, I get right back in the fight, and then I WIN. The Big L has gone through too much, seen a lot of shit in his days, and it's about time he had a peace of mind for one night. So I want Harakiri to show his blueberry Pop-Tart ass up there with his mingy little imp Jamie Ex-Lax!! This time...?!
I'm Gonna Finish It!
Each and every time I have something good happen to me; When I have that small gleam of HOPE...I got guys like Jamie Essex and Harakiri taking that away from me. I knew, inside of my head, that it would happen. I thought I could regulate that B.S. because I had done it before with Kanna and Gouken. But when Jamie thought it was a good idea to pull me out of that ring and let Harakiri get a hollow eliminate, I showed him two could play the same game. So Harakiri ended up gettin' his masked ass eliminated along with me and I put the boots to his ass after! Want to know somethin'?! The Big L is getting sick and tired of this. He's getting sick and tired of having to put up with LEGION with there little cult followers and with the overall takeover of these lunatics RUINING my time here.
I got guys gunning for me, so you know what...?! BRING IT. The Big L never shied away from a fight, never has he backed down since he came to Ex-PRO!! So when you think you've beaten me down, when you think I'm out and YOU'VE got the advantage. I come back, I get right back in the fight, and then I WIN. The Big L has gone through too much, seen a lot of shit in his days, and it's about time he had a peace of mind for one night. So I want Harakiri to show his blueberry Pop-Tart ass up there with his mingy little imp Jamie Ex-Lax!! This time...?!
I'm Gonna Finish It!
“Take it in Blood” by Mobb Deep
Niggas wanna point guns in my face, so what? (What? What?) I'm taking mines in blood.
Niggas forever talking shit, so what? (And what?) I'm taking mines in blood.
Try to jam me on pack, so what? (And what?) I'm taking mines in blood.
Niggas running out their mouth, so what? (Motherfucker) I'm taking mines in blood.
How we do it, how we do it. (We taking ours in blood. We taking ours in blood.0
How we do it, how we do it. (We taking ours in blood. We taking ours in blood.)
We taking ours in blood. We taking ours in blood.
Aaron’s face was frozen, almost like he saw a ghost, or it might’ve been that he wasn’t expecting Hamm. He was stuck in front of the police station with his mouth gaping open slightly. I glare at him puzzled wondering what was taking him so long. I gave a glance at the car Hamm sat in, the music blaring through his stereo station. I snap out of it, licking my lips and looking to trying and wake Aaron out of his little daydream. Knowing him he was probably havin’ some sort of side effect of smoking with his “friends”. I shove him slightly.
Steve Lenton: Hey, wake up...!
Niggas wanna point guns in my face, so what? (What? What?) I'm taking mines in blood.
Niggas forever talking shit, so what? (And what?) I'm taking mines in blood.
Try to jam me on pack, so what? (And what?) I'm taking mines in blood.
Niggas running out their mouth, so what? (Motherfucker) I'm taking mines in blood.
How we do it, how we do it. (We taking ours in blood. We taking ours in blood.0
How we do it, how we do it. (We taking ours in blood. We taking ours in blood.)
We taking ours in blood. We taking ours in blood.
Aaron’s face was frozen, almost like he saw a ghost, or it might’ve been that he wasn’t expecting Hamm. He was stuck in front of the police station with his mouth gaping open slightly. I glare at him puzzled wondering what was taking him so long. I gave a glance at the car Hamm sat in, the music blaring through his stereo station. I snap out of it, licking my lips and looking to trying and wake Aaron out of his little daydream. Knowing him he was probably havin’ some sort of side effect of smoking with his “friends”. I shove him slightly.
Steve Lenton: Hey, wake up...!
He jumped and took a big gulp and pulled me to the side.
Aaron Lenton: What the fuck is Hamm doin’ here?!
Steve Lenton: ...He wanted to give me a ride. Picked me up from my apartment. Which, by the way, I don’t appreciate you telling him where I live. I don’t need that type of company around there.
Aaron Lenton: Yo, it just came up. L-look, Steve, can’t you call Dad and tell him to pick us up?
Steve Lenton: Believe me, you don’t want to be ANYWHERE near Dad if he found out your ass got locked up over the night. Now get in the car and don’t start.
Aaron Lenton: ….
I gave him a light shove.
Steve Lenton: Move.
He reluctantly walked towards the car Hamm was sitting in. He took the backseat glaring at Roger as he smoked one of those god-awful blunts. He blew the smoke out of the window and gave Aaron that nasty smirk.
Roger Hamm: ...What they get on you homie?
Aaron Lenton: It ain’t like that Hamm..m’boys just got caught with some weed and some iron. I just got caught in the fuckin car y’feel me?
Steve Lenton: Well next time they want to “hang out” you better tell them NO.
Aaron Lenton: Why you sweatin’ me right now man, I just got the fuck out...--
Steve Lenton: You shouldn’t have been in there at all Aaron...! I don’t know what’s going on with you, one moment you’re doing great in school. You had a 3.0 GPA, you had good friends, AND you were getting ready for summer conditioning for football this season! You’ve got all of this stuff going on for you, and yet you want to hang with people who are gonna drag you down.
He sat there glaring out of the window in silence. I looked at Hamm who didn’t seem to care what was going on, just looking on with this amused expression.
Steve Lenton: Sorry about that.
He held his hands up and started the car up. We drove back to my apartment, this idiot was going to need an alibi and being the big brother I was, I didn’t want to see him get kicked out. I knew Aaron, I grew up with him and knew his knacks and tendencies better than his friends or Roger ever would. I just knew something was off, because until a two years ago, Aaron was sitting down with his guidance counselor about his credits and what school he was planning on going to. He was smart, smarter than most want to give him credit for. But, he also knew how the streets were, and what type of people walked them.
When you crossed over from Hampton, you were met with “Welcome to Newport News”. Most of his friends lived there, out near the numbered streets where the houses were in tatters and where most of all the thugs sat on their family’s porch scoping anyone they thought they could jack in a heartbeat. He was still a little naive, and to an extent stubborn. He thought he knew what was best for him most of the time. However, he knew little to nothing about what it took to BE one of those guys. Suddenly he was this tough guy who smoked cigars and starting swearing around mom and dad regularly.
Part of myself is to blame for not seeing all of this. The rest goes off to Hamm who was the mastermind behind this mess. One of Aaron’s friends named Augustine told Aaron his mom was dating Hamm. One day he went to the school near us and they got into with college guys. Augustine brought Hamm back and they slugged Hamm. So Hamm...being who he is, was going to put a slug in them and chased them around the school. Soon Aaron looked up to him and Hamm took him under his wing. And now the guy won’t fucking leave him alone.
Before we got out of his car he told Aaron to call him tonight. Like Hell I was going to allow that to happen, not with what just happened. He didn’t need any influences right now, so that call would have to wait. I flopped down in my chair and glared at him, rubbing my forehead because I felt a migraine coming on. I sighed to myself and we sat there in silence for a good five minutes. Trying to piece together the exact words I wanted to say was hard at the moment. I ignored his existed for three more minutes checking my cell phone to see if The Bills gave me a call. Life was rough right now...
Steve Lenton: You know...
Aaron’s head shot up some to look up at me. I lean against the chair arm, placing my cheek in the palm of my hand looking at him.
Steve Lenton: This,,,all of this that’s going on Aaron, it’s tiring. It’s almost at the point that I’m getting stressed out. Y’know if it isn’t you getting kicked out for the night and coming here....because you and Dad got into it; Or if it’s you coming here because you got drunk with those idiots; I’ve got to stare Roger in the face. Each time he comes around I KNOW something is wrong and I know you’re involved.
He opened his mouth, oh no, I’m not having that. I lift my hand up signalling I’m not finished.
Steve Lenton: Now, he’s been coming around my home, Mom and Dad’s place looking for you. So you’re going to tell me, why the fuck he was around my apartment complex...and if you lie to me I’m going to throw you out of the fucking window.
Aaron Lenton: Yo, I’m tellin’ you Steve...I did not know he would come to your house like that bruh. Like i-it just CAME UP in the conversation.--
Steve Lenton: That’s another question: Why are you bringing me up around him...? I told you before, I don’t want any part of what he does, and I sure as Hell don’t want him to know my business!
Aaron Lenton: Ayo, all we was talkin’ about was trying to start a business. Trying to become entrepreneurs and shit like that! We were saying that...if you made it pro maybe you could help us out!
Steve Lenton: Aaron, as you can see, money isn’t even on my mind now. And you believing you can get rich quick with whatever scheme Roger is planning, shouldn’t be on your mind at the moment!
Aaron Lenton: Whatever man...all I can say is...I owe Roger...he taught me how the world is and you just mad because he told me the truth.
[/color][/span][/div][/font]Steve Lenton: Really, ROGER taught you the world. Wanna know what Ma and Pop taught me and you when we were growing up? They said that most friends you think are looking out for you the most, are the ones to betray you the most. Remember that?
Aaron Lenton: YO he is NOT like that!!
Steve Lenton: Tell me, we’re talking about the same Roger right...?! Same one who’s paranoid, who’s got it in for everyone on the block, who also scammed you out of $50 when we were kids saying he could get us a new video game; THEN ended up using that shit to buy a new gun.
Aaron Lenton: Yo things change man!! I’m sorry I ain’t perfect like you! Givin’ me all this advice and lecturing me like you my dad!!! You and dad are the same, you judge me, you blame me for EVERYTHING!! And you know what?! We don’t need your fuckin’ money anyway man! We got moves, so I’m gonna offer you this chance...get on and move the fuck out of the way.
Who the fuck was he to give me ultimatums like that? I lounge back and give a nonchalant glare.
Steve Lenton: ...You can go. I’m just not ready to deal with your shit right now Aaron so...just...go.
Aaron Lenton: Yooo, it’s like over 100 degrees outside Steve!
Steve Lenton: I really don’t care if we suddenly moved onto the Sun, leave and go home. Tell Mom and Dad that you went out with your friends and stayed here for the night.
Aaron Lenton: I ain’t goin’ nowhere man, fuck that.
I stand up and give him a stare, he tried to stand up tall to me.
Steve Lenton: Window or door...choose one.
Of course with little thought he left through the door. I let out a sad sigh and glared at my phone. I just threw it on the coffee table and rested a bit. I didn't know where I was going to go from here. I...was at a crossroads.
“My destiny will be the death of me.”
The camera pans out to sunny San Diego out on the pier where the people were gathered in their swimsuits enjoying this sunshine. The Big L was dressed for the part, a tanktop, a pair of swim trunks, and sandals. I had my sunglasses on covering my eyes from this burnin’ heat. It was a HOT one here and the Big L was feelin’ it! The camera lens caught the people on the beach playing in the ocean as The BIg L stood tall, with a serious glow in his big brown eyes. I readjusted a bit and held my hand out slightly to the lens.
Steve Lenton:Two weeks ago, The Big L...The Big L could have gotten that title shot at the San Diego Championship. But due to circumstance, due to the tactics of one of my opponents, The Big L once again...fell short. So what does the Big L do?! He doesn't whine to the referees, he doesn’t hang his head. OH NO, Harakiri and Mr. Ex-Lax learned a VALUABLE lesson that night. When you try and cheat me, I cheat you. So I grabbed a hold of that big ol’ blueberry Harakiri, tugged his ass down and watched him tumble down to the floor. After that we went at it and--I gotta message for your stocky Smurf Essex: He wants to fight you know where to find me, I ain’t afraid to go at it again!!
Because it’s one thing you want to try and screw me over, but don’t you ever, never, ever, EVER, think The Big L forgets. The Big L remembers faces and names like a damned book, and he’s gonna remember the man who screwed him out of a title shot. But you know what, the big boss saw that misconduct, he saw that I got shafted, and so he put me in another match....for a title shot for the Exodus Pro International Championship! And he put me in the ring with a hot commodity, Christian Kane!
There’s been big talk about Kane, big, big talk about his debut. But The Big L is a skeptic, he’ll believe when he sees it. And when he does see it, he’ll be amazed at first, yes, he’ll be REALLY amazed. All that orange on one person, DAYUM. But he knows what Kane brings...he understands Christian Kane is one hell of an athlete, one HELL of a competitor, and from what he saw, one HELL of a lazy, egotistical, bitch. See, he understands some people need to take some time off. Guys in the back get beat up bruised, careers are on the line, and they need time to focus, rebuild themselves and prepare for the future! The Big L knows, he’s gone through the rebuilding process before!!
Steve Lenton:Two weeks ago, The Big L...The Big L could have gotten that title shot at the San Diego Championship. But due to circumstance, due to the tactics of one of my opponents, The Big L once again...fell short. So what does the Big L do?! He doesn't whine to the referees, he doesn’t hang his head. OH NO, Harakiri and Mr. Ex-Lax learned a VALUABLE lesson that night. When you try and cheat me, I cheat you. So I grabbed a hold of that big ol’ blueberry Harakiri, tugged his ass down and watched him tumble down to the floor. After that we went at it and--I gotta message for your stocky Smurf Essex: He wants to fight you know where to find me, I ain’t afraid to go at it again!!
Because it’s one thing you want to try and screw me over, but don’t you ever, never, ever, EVER, think The Big L forgets. The Big L remembers faces and names like a damned book, and he’s gonna remember the man who screwed him out of a title shot. But you know what, the big boss saw that misconduct, he saw that I got shafted, and so he put me in another match....for a title shot for the Exodus Pro International Championship! And he put me in the ring with a hot commodity, Christian Kane!
There’s been big talk about Kane, big, big talk about his debut. But The Big L is a skeptic, he’ll believe when he sees it. And when he does see it, he’ll be amazed at first, yes, he’ll be REALLY amazed. All that orange on one person, DAYUM. But he knows what Kane brings...he understands Christian Kane is one hell of an athlete, one HELL of a competitor, and from what he saw, one HELL of a lazy, egotistical, bitch. See, he understands some people need to take some time off. Guys in the back get beat up bruised, careers are on the line, and they need time to focus, rebuild themselves and prepare for the future! The Big L knows, he’s gone through the rebuilding process before!!
I hold my arms out in front of me with a determined glare through my sunshades.
Steve Lenton: You think you’re the biggest commodity to step into Cali Kane. You got that look on your Sunkist lookin’ face! You believe...in your head...without a shadow of a doubt....YOU...are important. The Big L won’t front, he can’t lie the resume speaks for itself. You’ve been around the world, wrestled for companie, SHININ’ brightly in the limelight and now you want the superstar treatment. Well Kane, The BIg L is going to give you a treat. He’s gonna take his foot, he’s gonna tighten the laces of the boot on said foot. THEN...he’s going to take it, he’s gonna cock that son of a bitch back, THEN he’s gonna show you how to really “Unleash the power of the Sun” because he’s gonna show that bitch up your ASS!!!
You wanna day off? Fine, I can give you a reason to take the day off. Because what I’m going to do, you’re gonna need to get a boot out of your anus!! Free healthcare isn’t going to remove the mental scarring you’re gonna be introduced to in our match come time! The Big L hopes that lil’ night off was worth it. I really...do.
I take my shades off slowly and glare into the lens, my face pouring with sweat as I breathe slowly. The lens slowly begins to fade out.
Fade. Static. End.